Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.